Find some way to defend yourself.

After a good long bath in complete silence you figure you might as well try your luck moving on. Still unable to do any sort of magic, and in this rather weak new body, you are not exactly sure what you are planning to do. Yet part of you knows you have to somehow make things right and do something about the people that did all of this. Groping around you at least find the towel you left here and dry yourself off, taking a little extra time to feel over your nice little titties, and smooth member. You can't even resist slipping a couple of fingers up your ass while you rub one off for good luck. A quick dip and dry off and you are once again ready to seize the day.

Making your way by following the wall, you are able to get back into the communal room, then beyond through the broken doors into the long stone hall. Everything is eerily dark and quiet, but you have been here before, and for the most part it is a straight line anyway. After a while you make it to the end of the hall that you assumed was guarded before, and push open another set of large heavy doors. Finally this lets in a bit of light from windows high above a grand hall that you find yourself in. Looking around you find it is completely deserted, but as you look around you finally find something interesting. An armory. All sorts of weapons and armor just here for the taking, surely there is some kind of guard? You think to yourself as you look everything over. But aside from an odd pair of piles of dust at the door and a couple of sets of armor and weapons in a heap, nothing seems to have been disturbed for some time. “Well I guess I had better pick some things.” You say quietly to the room and begin rummaging through the collection of blades, bows, and metal, looking for just the right thing. Most of it is far too heavy to be of any real use, and most of the armor is far too big causing you to get a bit discouraged as you seem unable to find anything.

Finally something catches your eye, a long thin sword much like the one you had in one of your hands when under the effect of the demon potion. Picking it up you see it is rather heavy, like everything else here, but the weight is somehow comforting, and as you heft it in your slender hands you twirl it about with increasing skill as you dance naked among the implements of ****. It is as if either your body remembers how you moved as a demon, or some other time before you entered this body, but this nearly 5' long sword of well honed steel seems to have been made for you and only you. “Amazing.” Is all you can say as you stand there, now glistening with sweat, breasts heaving with the exertion of what you have just done. Yet you quickly recover and soon find a long thin scabbard that you are pretty sure you can wear on your back to hold the amazing blade. The next item you find that seems to call to you is a silver dagger. The blade is just over 7” long, and thin made of shiny silver, yet extremely strong, the handle is thin simple and wrapped tightly in black leather. It has a similarly simple black leather sheath with a strap just long enough to tie around your right thigh. Looking around a bit more you find a third weapon you decide you have to take, a rather complex looking crossbow attached to a metal arm guard on a supple brown leather long glove made for a left hand that you decide to try on and are a bit shocked to find it fits perfectly. A pulley like device pulls it cocked by straightening your arm, and you are able to slide in a bolt with your other hand. Looking it over further you see there is a small cord with a ring on it you can slip over a finger to fire, or simply use your other hand to pull the cord. Pulling it up you are eventually able to see down the sights as you hold your arm straight out to the left and with a little tug you send the bolt thudding into the wall splitting the crack you were aiming at as if you had used it a million times before. “Very cool.” A second catch causes the arms of the bow to collapse onto your arm making the whole thing concealed under a long thin buckler like plate that also you realize should offer you a little protection as well if you get into a sword fight. Sadly you never do find a suit of armor that you can wear. But you do find a bit of clothing, that fits. It is all obviously made for a woman, but at least it is something. You find a very loose fitting white tunic that is long enough to serve as almost a tiny mini dress of sorts that hangs low enough to cover your cock and ass. It is sleeveless with the openings for the arms large enough that if you lift your arms you are certain if someone tried they could most likely see your breasts. You also find a pair of soft leather boots that perfectly match the glove on your left arm that are long enough to cover the base of the dagger stopping just below the hem of the tunic. All in all it is rather nice to have yourself covered, even if you are certain anyone you meet will assume you are female, unless you flop out your cock of course. Sadly you don't find any kind of pants, but what you have will have to do.

Once you get the sword scabbard fitted just right, so it doesn't rub or nip your legs, you opt to take two quivers of bolts for the crossbow, a slightly larger one you put over your shoulder, hooking it onto the harness that holds the sword, and a smaller one you clip onto a thick leather belt you clip buckle around your waist. Then just as you are about to head out, a brief insight comes over you, and you quickly bundle up as many swords as you can carry in the towel you dried yourself off with, and lug them out the door.